At dawn the telephone rings, "Hello, Senor Rod? This is Ernesto, the>caretaker at your country house.
">>"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
>>"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that your parrot, he is>dead"
>>"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"
>>"Si, Senor, that's the one.
">>"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die>from?"
>>"From eating the rotten meat, Senor Rod.
">>"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"
>>"Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse. "
>>"Dead horse? What dead horse?"
>>"The thoroughbred, Senor Rod."
>>"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
>>"Yes Senor Rod, he died from all that work pulling the water cart."
>>"Are you insane?? What water cart?"
>>"The one we used to put out the fire, Senor."
>>"Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about, man??"
>>"The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on>fire."
>>"What the hell?? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a>candle??!!"
>>"Yes, Senor Rod."
>>"But there's electricity at the house!! What was the candle for?
">>"For the funeral, Senor Rod."
>>"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
>>"Your wife's, Senor Rod", she showed up very late one night and I thought>she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Taylor Made Super Quad 460 golf>club.
">>SILENCE........... LONG SILENCE..........
>>"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep ****!!">
